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Oof, you groan, you’re uh… you’re good, actually. You’re good. Ever since Sybil took that correspondence course on <span class="mu-b">THE THIRD EYE</span> that’s all she wants to do at your sleepovers nowadays! You barely even <span class="mu-i">snuggle</span> any more!
“Are you certain?” She asks, the previously-described excitement quickly fading. “Perhaps it’s for the best–one shouldn’t live their lives governed by some mere <span class="mu-i">prediction-</span>”
Yep, yep, <span class="mu-i">yep,</span> you interrupt as you pantomime a mouth with your hand! Now if she <span class="mu-i">really</span> wants to make you happy, you continue with a devious grin, she should make like a <span class="mu-i">REAL</span> cool aunt and give you a sippy already! It’s been, like, minutes since your last drink!
…Maybe <span class="mu-i">HOURS!</span>
“Take it from me, dear: this-” The woman pauses mid sentence as a new thought replaces her current one. “Well, I suppose a <span class="mu-i">taste</span> couldn’t hurt…” Slowly handing over the glass, you immediately feel a palpable warmth from the drink–this isn’t one of those cocktails you set on fire, is it?
“... no,” your aunt replies, “I’m afraid it isn’t.”
You probably regard the amber liquid for a good attosecond or two before banishing your inhibitions with a shrug. This shit’s got her speaking like some fantasy game NPC–surely it will lighten <span class="mu-i">your</span> mood a little? Bringing the drink to your parched lips, you hear the woman’s voice from behind the glass.
“All that you seek, my dear, you shall find–though not without searching first.”
The booze barely touches your tongue before sending a sensation akin to an angry weasel clawing its way down your throat!
“Be vigilant–for the road ahead is littered with distractions–some more daunting than the rest.”
Tears run down your face as you fail to wrestle the devil’s drink from your mouth… all while your face glows red hot with an unearthly heat!
“Confusion–heartbreak–betrayal: all of these cut deeper than any knife or bullet, but you must endure to find what you seek.”
You feel your breath catch in your throat as the glass finally drops from your hands. Just as the vessel crashes to the grass below, you hear a faint purr passing by in the wind…
“Take care, dear–not all strangers will greet you with kind words and a strong drink…”
Like the sensation you sensed in the wind, the woman fades from your senses leaving you with a stinging throat, a sweaty face, a broken glass, and a head full of questions.
Before you can answer any of them, your thoughts are interrupted by a tinking of metal against a glass–a timeless cue that even <span class="mu-i">you</span> can understand: food’s about to be served! Quietly creeping away from the glass’ shattered remains, you nearly stumble to your knees as a powerful gust buffets your shaky form!
Barely keeping your high-heeled balance, you stagger off in the direction the others are headed quietly pondering just what the hell was in that drink!
>CONTD.
